It was snowing heavily in the east of Belgium on Sunday...a few cms in a few hours. Before we left, well in time to drive in daylight and before the load of returning ski tourists, we took another quick walk around the village. Kabouter seemed to enjoy the sentiment of snow flakes falling on his face and tried to catch them with his tongue.
We made the mistake of driving via Belgium's highest point (and skihills) as usual and ended up in a stand-still traffic jam because people had been so smart to "park" in the snow edges with >40cm of snow. Dugh . Fortunately we know the area well enough to quickly turn around and take a different road home.